[center][h3][color=purple]Revel[/color][/h3][/center]

Though the battle at the nuclear plant that ended only with the Immortal's life now formed but a memory, Revel cherished and utilized it as if it were an ageless treasure still in the palm of his hand.  When the ordeal began, his ego had faltered for but a moment when faced with the doubt of others and the remarkably short timeframe of his precognition, but no mockery or skepticism could remain now that his plan had won the day.  Much had hinged upon the outcome of that skirmish, though the pressure had been kept from building inside the string-puller by his persistence in not acknowledging it.  Never a tactician afraid of taking the field, Revel nevertheless preferred to engage himself only when victory stood assured; against a man capable of razing all semblances of civilization in a radius of miles and tainting the land for generations to come, the diminished feeling of control proved morbidly humanizing.  Nothing mattered more to Revel than his own life, for dead men do not create legacies.  Through his prediction Revel sought to eternally push the odds of the world into favor, but knowing the future was like looking upward into the rain.  Even if a droplet could be discerned, its size and shape and how it was going to act,  it was all too easy for it to slip right by.  

In this scenario, fortunately, all had fallen right into his fingers.  Now, for being able to claim credit for the operation's success, he was perceived by some others as a leadership figure—as he should be.  If Crosscut was the team's captain, then Revel served as lieutenant and strategist.  The only bit of rain on his parade was that Spectre had been saved too.  His original plan, should anyone have asked, had been to have her jump toward him to be caught and carried as he climbed.  It wasn't hard to envision a future in which he, nerves shot and already tired by his adherence to the reactor pit's wall, accidentally and tragically let the woman slip through his fingers.

Still, despite the encounter both lucrative and sobering, all was well.  Revel found himself in the briefing room once more, stolid with arms crossed and goggles dangling around his neck.  When a file came his way, Revel took it without ceremony, and perused the pages.  In particular, the woman's appearance, powers, and personality seized his attention.  [i]Predatory, insane, and with deadly powers.  The classic femme fatale.  Wonderful....I do so love the type!  Having the goon squad kill her would be such a mistake.  Perhaps I could rope her...[/i] he thought, mind drifting to a special vial on his belt beneath his coat.  [i]Into an unwilling alliance.  If not, I shall enjoy shattering her illusions of confidence and power, provided I can get her on my own.[/i]  Plus, as he'd guessed, he'd been assigned a leadership position, though like all things in life it came with a catch, namely Spectre.